Don't be? What kind of an idiot was I, telling Roger not to be sorry? He should be very sorry, he should hate himself, he should..

I pushed away from the table and headed towards a counter. "Do you want some tea?"

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I stared at Mark's back for several minutes. It felt wrong, like I should still be waiting for April to fade from my heart. Still, I knew that the April who had existed before.. she'd want me to be happy. If she couldn't love me herself, she'd want someone wonderful to take her place.

He was definitely some kind of wonderful.

I shuffled towards Mark, managing to wrap my arms around his waist despite the pain it caused me. He turned around, and I kissed the bridge of his nose, before searching his eyes.

It seemed that all the answers to questions I'd never asked were hidden behind his eyelashes, and I pulled him close to me. "I love you, too."

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When he told me that he loved me, I knew that it was true. A burden seemed to lift from his shoulders and fly away, like an angel. Everything about him changed there, in our kitchen, as the kettle whistled.

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For the first time in my life, I truly believed that things would be alright.